It had been awhile since Tsunemori and Mika had had their tough conversation in the elevator. Despite the feeling of superiority she had gotten from the meeting, the next few days had brought with it a strange decline in mood, and she had done everything in her power to avoid the other unless it was ultimately necessary. Work came first. After that, she’d make sure there was a buffer of enforcers between them, or she had something to do to avoid being trapped alone with her again.
She had taken to being more careful about remembering breakfast and lunches at least, had been taking care to sleep a proper amount. Anything to keep Akane from having anything to comment on. Anything that kept them from having to continue their conversation. And with the newness of the conversation gone, she felt the need to apologize wither away as well.
Today she was gratefully alone, finishing some fresh, boring report she needed to file, glad for the solidtude of the office, already planning out her night to herself. It was almost time to go, at least.
